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Repent
When you have been in Prison for as many years as I have been makes you think about different things. Things you once swore to yourself that you would never dredge out of the deep recesses of your memory ever again.
The night our father left without a glance in our direction.
The night I came home from a girlfriend's house and found our mother dead on the couch. Michael had found her first. The look he gave me when he raised his eyes to mine was something I never wanted to see again. More anguish than I had ever seen in his eyes; and hopefully something I would never see again.
The funeral I was late to. I slung an arm around my younger brother and told him that I would always be there to take care of him. That mom had left us a substantial amount of money and that we would have a good time.
Boy if that isn't the mother of all lies, I don't know what is.
The days I spent away from the house. I was with Veronica the majority of the time. Other times I was with Nicole, my best friend since grade school. She was having problems with her father. I was too busy getting involved with other people's lives to realize that my brother was falling apart at the seams.
I was a selfish brother.
He was going to psychologist who had labeled him with low-latent inhibition. The times when I was at home, I would notice his blue eyes glaze over as he stared at our halogen lamp. "It's just a lamp, Mike. Don't over analyze that, too." I would say.
Michael came to visit me at Fox River years later. I swore up and down that I did not kill the Vice President's brother. He fixed me with the same look he wore the night of our mother's death. Only this time his eyes shimmered with tears and in disbelief.
My own blood didn't believe me, so who is to say that I didn't do it?
Then, two years after that, I stand from the pew and turn to leave and there he is. In this shit hole that is Fox River Pen. I could have laughed, cried, and kicked his ass at the same time.
"Michael, what are you doing here?"
"I'm going to get you out of here."
"It's impossible."
"Not if you designed the place, it isn't."
Now I stand here on the other side of the fence, reminiscing as I watch Michael move through the yard with Sucre and Abruzzi. I know now that he believes that I am innocent and that we are getting out of here before my execution.
Who is Michael Scofield now? What possessed him change his life so drastically for a brother who didn't watch after him when he needed it most.
All I know is I was supposed to be his savior after our parents left.
But now, he is mine.